The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance by Alison Shaw

and the visual
and aural stimulation was almost too much for Rafe. His own cock
was now so swollen he was lightheaded.
    At last Johnson
gripped a handful of Justine’s hair and pulled her off him, a wet
string of saliva still connecting the head of his cock to her
mouth. “That’s enough,” he grunted roughly. “I want to shoot my
load up your wet cunt.”
    Justine just
gazed up at him as if she had completely lost all her senses, so
grabbing her under her arms Johnson heaved her upwards and giving a
quick glance towards the dressing room, he winked, before hauling
the lady out of the room.
    The cocky
bastard! Rafe slumped against the wall trying to catch his breath.
He didn't know whether to despise the man or worship him.
     
     
     

Chapter
18
     
    The Earl's Seduction
     
    In which our
reformed rake prepares himself for a gentle seduction.
     
     
    The Earl of
Langham, stayed slumped against the wall of his dressing room for
quite some time, attempting to steady the wild thumping in his
chest and regain his senses.
    He knew that
Johnson was a skilled fornicator. He had seen him perform on enough
occasions to know that he could drive a woman to countless orgasms
with that big cock of his. He had personal experience of just how
good that wicked tongue and those big strong hands could feel. But
he was blown away by how completely his manservant had mastered a
woman as experienced as Justine de Mornay. When Rafe closed his
eyes he could still see the enraptured look on her face as she
knelt at Johnson’s feet, the complete passivity of a woman who was
prepared to do anything for a man without question.
    He had to
quench the untamed, desperate lust that coursed through him. It was
not safe to go to Charlotte feeling this wild passion. She was not
safe when he felt this way. By God, if he went to her like this he
would tear her clothes off her and fuck her without mercy, pound in
to her with no care for her pleasure, just a mindless need to
possess her completely.
    He took a deep
shuddering breath. Maybe if he stroked himself to release the lust
would be abated somewhat. But no, he had promised himself that he
would save his seed for her and her alone. He had to see her
tonight. He could not sleep with things unsaid between them. He
would pull himself together and go to her but not touch her. He
would talk to her like a civilized man; he would be the man he had
always wanted to be.
    His resolve
almost left him when he passed Justine’s bedroom door and heard her
ecstatic cries. Clearly Johnson was already bringing her to her
first orgasm. Rafe pictured Justine’s elegant legs spread and her
pert tits bouncing as Johnson impaled her with his thrusting cock.
Then he heard Johnson’s deep voice growl, “God Justine, your pussy
is so wet, so tight!” and her cries grew louder. Damn, his own cock
was now pulsing hard once again in his breeches. He could open that
door and join them in bed. It would be that easy but he had
witnessed something between the two of them that he did not want to
interfere with, a kind of intimacy that almost embarrassed him And
impersonal pleasure was not enough for him anymore, so he continued
on his way up to the next floor, up to Charlotte.
    He soon located
what he guessed was her room as it was next door to the nursery and
a glow of candlelight shone through the gap at the bottom of the
door. He slowly turned the knob and eased the door open to
immediately see her sitting up in bed and before he could change
his mind he swiftly entered the room and closing the door behind
him, leaned his back against it. She silently stared at him, a book
in her hand. She was dressed in a thick cotton nightgown with a
high neck and her auburn hair was loosely tied and trailed over one
shoulder. She looked unspeakably beautiful.
    “Are the boys
asleep?” he asked, his voice sounding strained. He realised it was
the first time he had spoken in what felt like an age.
    She silently
nodded. They just stared at